Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 12:14:06 -0800 (PST)
From: lordjerig@yahoo.com
Subject: Josh for Christmas (m/b mast oral) young friends
Story codes:(m/b mast oral, boys 17 and 13)
Copyright 2006 by LJ all rights reserved
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author.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional account. If you are under age, the law
says that I have to tell you to not read it.
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reading.
He had brown eyes, and black hair, probably Hispanic, though his
skin was lighter. He was already about five feet three, and I guessed him
to be about twelve.
I just finished eating at the food court in our local mall in
preparation for some Christmas shopping; , and had to take a mean piss
thanks to all of the carbonated junk I'd ingested. I truly hate the stuff,
but unfortunately, the post I selected had nothing better to drink.
As I stood at the urinal, cock in hand letting go of a very
satisfying stream, I heard him come in.
He took the next urinal to my left. With no shame at all, he
whipped it out and started to let go as well. I tried to look at him
discretely, trying to judge how big he was.
There is just something about younger boys that has always turned
me on from as far back as I can recall. And this one was no exception.
Though I would be turning 18 in a few months, I still could not pass up the
opportunity to eye a younger boy's equipment.
Then the unexpected happened.
He actually made eye contact with me and smiled. A disarming smile that
made me blush as I was caught red handed as they say.
"What's your name?" He asks quietly. His voice has not yet quite
changed, but it is beginning to acquire the deeper tone of adolescence just
at the point when in a few weeks or so it would suddenly drop. It sounds
musical to me.
"John, you?" I ask.
"Josh."
"Want to see it better?"
No fucking way he had asked that. I feel my knees go weak. My
hands grow suddenly very cold, and all blood suddenly pools on my cock.
I quickly look around wondering if he is trying to be cute, or even
setting me up. Despite the fact I am still a teenager, I look older. Old
enough to be able to go to the bar with my cousin when he hits town, and
not get carded.
I am five eleven, weigh 170, and am in pretty good shape as I do
track in high school. I am average size in the genital department, but not
anything to discount either. I have a respectable seven inches uncut. And
suddenly it is a run away seven inches which are suddenly pointing at him.
"Wow dude!" He exclaims.
"That's fucking huge!"
"Hey, come in here." He says quickly. He then walks to the stalls
and steps in to the disabled bath roomers one.
"This one is larger." He goes on.
With another furtive look around, I follow and he closes the door.
His little cock is hanging out but as he moves closer to me it
starts to harden.
"Man, I can't wait till mine is as big as yours is." He whispers.
"Can I touch it?" He asks.
"Sure."
"OH fuck, its awesome!" He says in a whisper always.
I reach down and find his cock. It has now grown quite long for
what I assume his age to be. It points skyward just under five inches. I
can see a few tufts of hair on either side which put him just about in the
middle of puberty.
"You got a nice one too Josh." I say.
In fact, I want to tell him it looks good enough to eat. Then he
is grabbing me in his little fist and trying to start a jacking motion.
"Oh fuck yeah!" I say.
"That is so good kid."
"Your hands feel so silky, and warm." I go on. After a few
strokes I say:
"You seem to be quite the expert Josh."
"How old are you?"
"Just turned 13 two weeks ago."
"You?"
"I am 17."
"No way!"
"I thought you were older."
"I look older." I say.
"Dude, does that mean I may be all grown up by then too?" He asks.
"Yeah, probably."
"I think most people get there when they are about 16." I say.
"I can't wait to have one as long as yours." He says, still
keeping his rhythmic up and down strokes on my cock.
"You are not bad for a boy your age Josh."
"Yeah, that's what my cousin tells me all the time."
"And my brother's is not that bad either."
"How old is your brother?" I ask.
"He is ten, but he already started to grow some little hairs."
"His' is almost as big as mine."
"No fucking way!" I say.
"And he is only ten?"
"Yeah."
"Wish I could meet him sometime." I say suddenly forgetting what a
dangerous game I am playing, and where.
"If you come to the mall, we come a lot to play at the arcade."
"I would love it." I say, then take his hand in mine and speed his
stroking.
"Just keep doing it like that Josh." I say.
"OH yeah, fuck that is so good." I say.
I let him continue for a few more seconds, then I realize that we
just maybe running out of time. The last thing I need is somebody to come
in and catch us.
"Hey josh." I say.
"Yeah."
"I want a favor."
"Okay, what's up."
"I want to suck on yours." I say, hoping he is not going to freak
out.
"Okay." He says and lets go of me.
"Do I have to suck yours too?" He asks.
"Not if you don't want too." I say and back up to the toilet. I
drop my pants and sit down then pull him between my knees.
The moment his five incher comes close to my lips my mouth waters.
I move his undies downward to make more room, and take the opportunity to
fondle his little nuts. They are still smaller, but I can tell that he
probably already squirts. Then I don't wait, I want to find out. My mouth
closes around his very sweet looking boy meat, and I am rewarded to find
out that it tastes even better than it looks. The little gasp Josh emits
turns me on even more.
I could fucking do this all day long for there is nothing more
sweet than a developing boy's orgasm.
"OH fuck!" He says under his breath as if somebody had just
dropped a bucket full of ice water on him. He trembles from head to toes,
and I feel my mouth water. A little drop of precum suddenly appears at the
tip of his uncut cock which my tongue is currently stroking. They aught to
sell that for drinks at the food court rather than the nasty carbonated
sodas. I could live on a diet of little boy milk.
I reach behind him and grab his ass through his undies and start to
move him , urging him to start fucking my mouth. And he takes the hint.
He is not at all hesitant. He is feeling good and he wants to cum.
As he moves in and out of my mouth, I slurp noisily enough for the
sounds to echo in the empty bathroom. The thrill of being found out adding
to the excitement of what I am doing.
He is panting under his breath, trying to keep quiet. I pull back
and again start to play wit the tip, moving my lips back and forth over the
foreskin to try to pull it back as far as it will allow me with out causing
him discomfort. Another droplet of nectar drips on to my tongue tasting
almost like the honey used for baby bottles.
Then I plunge him into my mouth deep enough to feel all of him in me. As
my lips touch his pubes, the developing little hairs tickle my nose. I
inhale and suck at the same time, the intoxicating scent of boyhood filling
my nostrils. I am high on him, on his developing just barely pubescent boy
body.
His glands is touching the back of my throat, and just as I am
about to take a breath to deep throat whatever he can give me, I feel his
whole body shake, his entire cock suddenly becomes as hard as iron; a sweet
bar of candy almost the width of a role of quarters. Then he gives out a
strangled cry, and his cock gives a mighty twitch.
Over and over it jumps, sending little bullets of boy milk down my
throat. I quickly pull back an inch or so to be able to taste the sweet
nectar from this godlet who has dropped into my life for an early Christmas
present. It tastes so sweet and out of this world. The little boy's legs
are trembling as he keeps coming, his little squirts stopping after the
fourth one which is just a little drop, but his orgasm does not stop. He
keeps coming dry for another five or so spasms. Then he has to pull away
owing to the extreme sensitivity little boys get after orgasm.
For moment I think he is going to fall, then he is grabbing on to
one of the side bars. He is gasping, his face flushed. His forehead is
covered in sweat with his excitement. Looking at him thus, I need to cum.
Still holding the last of his offering in my tongue I swirl it around and
stand up to start pounding my own rock hard cock. Then at the last minute,
his hand is grabbing me, and I let go. He starts to go at me fast with his
little fist, then uses his other hand to try to aide in the task as one
hand is not enough for his still boyish hands.
"Look out dude!" I cry out.
"OH Josh, its fucking good!" I almost yell forgetting where we
are. Then I am squirting what seems a gallon of cum. He is side ways to
me so he does not get hit, but I start to hit the bathroom wall, and the
support bar. It is all I can do to stifle my out cry of joy at the hands
of this little man. And owing to his experience, he knows when to start
slowing down.
I turn just as he is grabbing some toilet tissue to wipe his hands.
Then he tosses the ball of tissue into the toilet and quickly pulls up his
pants.
"Dude, I got to go."
"They'll be wondering what's taking me so long." He says.
"Josh." I say.
"Huh?"
"Thanks dude, it was fucking awesome." I say.
Then I move to him and on an impulse I lower my mouth to his and
kiss him." He resists for a moment, then his mouth opens and he slips his
tongue into my mouth. We hold like that, our tongues battling for almost
half a minute. Then he softly pulls away by grasping my face and pushing
away at the same time as he pulls back.
"Dude, I hope we run into each other again." He says, his eyes
sparkling. I am about to answer when:
"Josh!" A little voice sounds at the entrance to the bathroom.
"Fuck, he whispers and pulls away.
"Stay in here." He says.
Then he is opening the door and being careful to close it, though
it will not lock he steps to greet whomever has come in to look for him.
I wait, hoping the damn door stays as it is ajar. Unless somebody takes
the closest urinal and looks left, they will not see me.
'I had to take a huge dump dude." Josh says as he washes his
hands, no doubt waiting for his friend to finish his business.
"We were about to go down to the arcade dude, but we wanted to walk
together." The boy's voice says. He sounds just as old as Josh, though
maybe a little higher pitch.
"Sorry dude."
"Hurry up then, lets go." Josh says, and a moment later they step
out.
Man that was close. Though I had to wonder if his friend wouldn't
have liked to join us.
I stop long enough to take an orgasm induced piss, and then step
out. What a trip this has been. No wonder kids love to hang out at the
mall these days. Maybe I have been spending too much time at the track.
Perhaps I will start to pay more visits to the mall just in case I find
Josh again.
One thing is for sure, out of all the presents for Christmas I get, this
experience will be the best present.
LJ
This is my first on nifty. Giving back to the community who has helped so
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